Why could this virus
not make some people turn mute?
That is one I’d gladly spread!
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Would that those spreading
the virus of blame, shame and
misinformation went mute.
Why could this virus
not make some people turn mute?
That is one I’d gladly spread!
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Would that those spreading
the virus of blame, shame and
misinformation went mute.
“If you can’t be kind,
be quiet” If we took this
to heart, you’d hear a pin drop.
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If a pin is dropped,
but no one’s there to hear it,
does it make a sound?
Must we all endure
some great terrible crisis
to learn what is important?
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To focus on the
shortage of toilet paper
or not becomes the question.
In line, on line or
out of line, we are all still
strangely connected.
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People will connect
any way they can work out
being social animals.
What absurdities
will be presented today
at the President’s briefing?
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Chief among them will
be the cheat and whatever
the !@# he chooses to speak.
Searching for answers
that make some sense? The White House
is not the place you should look.
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The wheels in his mind,
like a gyroscope spinning,
always working an angle.
Real information,
long a conference premium,
dominates the news.
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What? Has this crisis
somehow caused a miracle
and brought Fox into the fold?
Wishing the rain would
wash away the mind’s debris,
water hope instead.
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A mental lavage
requires stronger solvents
than gently falling water.
What if I come back
to the place I fell safest?
Please don’t throw out my Legos…
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Ah, those safe places,
those havens of the heart…How
much we need them now.
Hot one day, then cold
the next. Is this weather or
presidential policy,
~
Whether policy
can dampen presidential
sunshine still remains unclear.
Some nights no words come,
despite a poet’s efforts.
Perhaps if I sleep on it…
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Sometimes even then
no words come – only the peace
of dreamless slumber.
Any chance we’ll now
learn that united we stand
but divided we will fall?
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We stand united…
just at least six feet apart,
so that we don’t all fall ill.
Labor never stops!
It’s one thing or another.
Oh! To be a kid again!
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And when we were kids
we couldn’t wait to grow up.
The grass is always greener.
What if the proposed
hush money had been put to
a different use earlier?
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What possible use
could that money have been spent;
paying pandemic planners?
While the whole house sleeps
the only soul that’s stirring
finds his moment of quiet.
~
If you have pets, it’s
just a moment; then nonstop
pleas for attention begin.
Every day we could
become a little wiser
if we would but try.
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It’s not the trying,
but the real, heart felt, intent
that leads to finding wisdom
Doing the right thing
often goes unrewarded
and sometimes gets ridiculed.
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Yet there are always
those who find the strength to do
what’s right anyway.
Right now we’re focused
on hand sanitizers when
mouth sanitizers would help.
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No antiseptic
can hope to contain the spread
of some fool’s noxious wind.
The new March Madness?
A basketball tournament
held in empty stadiums?
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A long shot it was,
but sanity did return
and March Madness was dispelled.
Difficult times, which
produce a dark overlay,
can also be used as mulch.
~
Abundant riches,
amassing at least waist deep,
yield a greener Capitol?
After long winter,
stuck in cold, gray frustration,
what new blossoms will erupt?
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A quickening comes,
curiosity stirs when
green buds unfurl before us.
When you finally
can catch a breath, remember
to savour the chance.
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And in breathing deep,
remember that the labour
was, too, a thing to savour.
You’ll know burn-out when
a sudden separation
yields no feeling but relief.
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Sometimes it’s just time
to book it and write a more
fulfilling chapter.
Where do we turn when
the tried and true go untried
or might not be true.
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Use the tried and true,
but also go with your gut;
a layered defense is best.
Social distancing
slows the spread of viruses
but what about toxic thoughts?
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Toxic thoughts can go
viral too through our unwise
use of social media.
In your considered
opinion, how many Trumps
does it take to manage Mitch?
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No one can manage
unmanageable egos…
even infinite Donalds.
Often fate steps in,
takes the reins, and drives us where
we would never choose to go.
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Sometimes, it seems, fate
knows us better than we know
and provides us what we need.
What will this day bring –
good news or bad to those whose
hope filled dreams are spiraling?
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We can’t hope to judge
this day’s news, as good or ill,
’til time reveals the flavor.
Here we are, again;
clay… beneath the potter’s thumbs…
hope he ain’t makin’ ashtrays!
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The quality of
the clay will have much to say
about what the potter makes.
An act of kindness
from a stranger unravels
burgeoning cynicism
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An act of strangeness
from a cynic unravels
even a stoic’s reserve.